what to make of it?

i never realized how much i take for granted until i came here. like, for instance, the simple luxury of being understood by people (not understood in the utter or profound sense, but in the simple, english sense).

we were supposed to leave from the convent/centre we were staying at 9:30pm to get to the station for our 10:55 overnight train. the plan was that 2 nuns (who do not live at this particular convent, but in 2 different ones) would get a vehicle, come to the centre, pick us up and see us off.
that was the plan.
so it's 7:30pm, the 4 of us are eating dinner and some dude that i had not seen before walks by (that was quite normal as a bunch of people work at the centre doing social service work, and we did not know them all). so the dude talks to us and says something that no one understands (which is also not out of the ordinary). i catch the words "Mister A." which is the name of the director dude of the social service work they do at the centre and so i nod and say "mhmm yeah, Mister A.". i suppose that he knew we and no idea what he meant, and he left.
outside however, we see him again and he is able to convey to me that Mister A. wants to speak with us at his house before we go, to which we're all, what-the-heck? we leave in a little while and we need to finish packing!
a little bit later on one of the nuns comes to our rooms and asks us about when we are leaving and if we need the vehicle to be dropped to the station. we tell her no, no vehicle is needed, the other nuns are coming to pick us up. she tells us to call Mister A. and let him know. one of the other girls does this, spending about 7 minutes on the phone with him repeating over and over that we did not need him to send the vehicle, no vehicle was necessary, we had a vehicle, we didn't need his. we go back and see the nuns again, let them know that we called Mister A., let them know that we still don't need the vehicle.
all is good.
half an hour later, the vehicle shows up and the head nun comes to call us to let us know we can put our stuff into it. at this point i'm trying hard not to freak out in our attempts to convey that we had told them ten thousand times that we didn't need their car and why did they still send it?
she just stood there confused wondering if we did not need their vehicle, why we didn't just inform them, and maybe we should talk it over with Mister A.


our 2 nuns arrived on time with their vehicle and off we went to our train with no further incidents. well, a few minor ones, but nothing like our first train ride to Eluru.